A mass of chaotic energy was hovering in the middle of the cave. From it, a giant, spiky, green arm emerged, as if coming from a spatial gate.
Whatever was on the other side of this gate seemed to be trying to enter the gate, but it was too small to fit anything other than its arm.
The arm was swinging left and right, up and down, as if trying to find something or widen the gate.
And as Dante used his spiritual eye…
"90. Shit, shit, shit! Where the hell is this creature coming from?"
Judging by Elizabeth's condition, that monster couldn't be called physically weak—unlike the mist parasite.
From the corner of his eyes, Dante noticed Beth walking slowly toward the arm.
'No you won't.'
Centipede of Greed — Whip Form!
Instantly, Dante's tattoo turned into a whip of segmented blades. Without hesitation, he swung the whip toward Beth.
